Chapter 221: The Uncanny

The wind blade, like a disordered cape, bore the pure yang internal force of the Golden Bell Shield and slashed out in all directions. Bai Lang also considered he had found a new direction of development—that is, to cultivate the pure yang internal force of the Golden Bell Shield into the power of the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist; the White Tiger cannot take that yin‑cold path, nor the neutral path, this time the pure yang path is set.

From the void came a wail; part of the wind blades vanished, presumably those wind blades carrying pure yang force had struck the target. However Bai Lang was also attacked at the same moment; in an instant the Golden Bell Shield on his body surfaced, then was crack‑shattered, and his clothes quickly showed rotting tears, while his skin popped with one after another blue‑colored fist prints, palm prints, and claw prints.

These attacks could easily pierce the Golden Bell Shield's protective gang qi—'Although the gang qi weakens the damage, it's really not much! Judging by this momentum, the gang qi is basically just a sheet of paper!' Bai Lang thought this and did not withdraw the Golden Bell Shield's power—compared to defense, the Shield's stronger point is its rebound. That rebound force has not been weakened at all; though those strange things can basically ignore the Shield's defense, they also cannot withstand its rebound.

For a moment Bai Lang and those strange things reached a balance—if you count the attackers by the shoes or footprints on the ground, there are probably already ten or so; these strange things can be 'stacked', which is why Bai Lang's body shows so many attack marks. 'Knowing what can counter you makes things much easier!' Bai Lang said, and then the gale wind circle pushing out from his body took on a faint golden hue.

The wind circle suddenly expanded, this time revealing the attackers' forms. They were transparent humanoids—no facial features visible, no clothing discernible—but from the outline alone you could tell they were utterly distorted monsters. 'Even looking like this, they still wear shoes……' Bai Lang's attention was truly odd, shifting to that point. 'Come to think of it, where have I seen a shoe demon before? They seem to like slapping glue.'

Since the wind circle had pushed them into view, even if the circle later swept over his head and made them invisible again, Bai Lang already knew the situation, so he could let his mind wander: 'I remember that shoe demon called He Ze—he eats hot pot for every meal, and there's also alloy‑steel chrysanthemum…' Thinking of that black‑person joke, the guy chuckled to himself, feeling completely relaxed, his martial arts moves becoming ever more free and easy.

Bai Lang's fists and feet carried pure yang internal force, but to hit those strange things he also had to seize the moment—only a counterattack at the instant they struck him could land; miss by a split second and it was just swinging at air. That's why the wind circle pushed out by pure yang internal force can reveal these monsters only for an extremely brief time. Bai Lang maintained the pure yang internal force wind circle precisely to inflict extra damage at the moment the monsters became visible and attacked.

With Bai Lang's level as an Innate Expert, he naturally scored points on every counterattack, which could almost become instinctive. Yet these monsters' toughness was unexpectedly strong; even after taking a bit of rebound, counterstrike, or slight collateral damage from the wind circle, they could still rush at him with redoubled spirit to attack. 'And their numbers seem to be growing?' Bai Lang felt he couldn't keep going like this—the key was that this did nothing for his martial arts growth.

These monsters seemed impossible to kill this way; if they couldn't be killed, Bai Lang would have to run. 'I'll deal with you later!' Bai Lang circulated his internal force, drew the wind circle in toward his body, released the pure yang internal force, turned himself into a drilling spear that shot straight up, blasted through the roof and flew out. After flying out, Bai Lang discovered he was still standing on the second floor, the monsters still assaulting him. 'Now things are complicated.'

Being unable to flee was a problem; Bai Lang exhaled a long breath, 'Since we still have strength, why not unleash it all at once? Dragging this out, I see no good ending.' Regret? No, Bai Lang would not regret it.

This guy spun his arms, and as his internal force exploded he whipped up a raging storm; the storm imbued with pure yang intent tore the entire second‑floor walls and ceiling to shreds, then restored, then shredded again…… Bai Lang didn't bother where the enemy was; he picked a direction and began a wild dance— a frenzy of strong whirlwinds and wind blades. 'Prohibit! One thousand and eight! Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist Ultimate Secret…… Sun! I forgot the rest!'

Not only had he forgotten it, but he also got the order of the moves completely wrong.

Yet the power was in no way weak; not only was it not weak, it was even stronger than the first time. The raging storm turned into a white tiger that roared as it charged forward. Tiger fangs and claws tore and struck without cease, finally ending with a violent light‑cannon blast— the whole house blew up, completely blown up. This power was originally meant to destroy an entire street or even half a city; now that this strange space seeks to trap Bai Lang to death, it must swallow all of that power……

Thus Bai Lang escaped.

But the two‑story cottage remained intact; this time, from the outside, only a dim light glowed inside its windows. Bai Lang stood outside the garden gate, looking at the small building; in the second‑floor window he saw a pale face amid the dim light—a woman's face—then the curtains were drawn. Yet Bai Lang could feel those eyes still gazing at him from behind the curtains, even after the light went out.

Moreover, the iron door cracked open a slit, as if inviting Bai Lang to enter again. The tall, burly man gave a wry smile: 'I really can't handle this; before I know your details I can't handle it! I've met my match! From now on, whenever the mountains are high and the waters long, we'll see how it goes!' Having come and gone this time, Bai Lang could already tell he had been overconfident, but the other side had been overconfident too— even if dragged to the end, we're actually helpless.

Bai Lang didn't know the details and couldn't kill these strange things, but even if he let them be and allowed them to strike, in the end they'd probably be helpless against him—if these things really vanished by day as he guessed. 'Although they can drag someone into a strange space, they probably don't have the power to linger— a night of reincarnation isn't something these monsters could pull off……' So Bai Lang prepared to wait until dawn; after all, as long as he stood on the road, they'd have no recourse.

Sure enough, just as Bai Lang had expected, when the first ray of sunlight appeared on the horizon, the cottage's outward shape hadn't changed, but the sense of distortion vanished. Bai Lang even saw the milk‑delivery worker set two bottles of milk on the doorstep, and the main door opened to reveal a maid. 'Everything's back to normal……' Bai Lang muttered, but his tattered clothes proved this was no dream.